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Sniper had been on testosterone for several years, but hell, it felt like he had only been on it for a few months with the way his body was on fire. He would get his medicine from the team doctor, but that man was a shady guy, so the marksman suspected the affinity for medical malpractice had something to do with it.
Mick was more irritable and emotionally sensitive than before, he reeked more than usual of body odor, his back acne had flared up again, and he was craving sex so badly. His boxers were so damn tight as well, even when he wasn't debilitatingly horny. It had gotten to the point it'd been interfering with his sniping. The constant tight, pinching ache in his shorts no matter what he did or how he readjusted was just too much to deal with.
So he decided to ditch the boxers and go commando. It worked wonders for him, not having that constricting cloth on his sensitive junk. Though, he'd still been dealing with the other side affects.
When someone on base was going through something, most people minded their own business and didn't pry into other's personal lives and such...
...most people.
Yeah, the spy kept tabs on everyone, but at least he tended to keep whatever he knew to himself and didn't draw attention to it. The scout however, he was a loudmouth.
The other week, the marksman was in the kitchen, grabbing himself a cold one from the bottom of the fridge. He had seen Scout on the far side of the room doing whatever he was before the Aussie came in, no big deal.
Sniper bent over, then heard a chortle from within the room. Scout had come up to the bushman from behind and the first damn thing he said was,
"Hey Snipes, you forget to put on a pair of panties or sumthin'? I can see your crack for miles!"
Sniper cringed hard and rolled his eyes as he stood up again, coldie in hand.
"Bloody hell, do you ever think before you speak, you mongrel?" He popped the cap of his stubbie with a nearby bottle opener and took a swig.
"Hey, I'm just statin' the obvious, slick. Better pull 'em up or somethin', or some fruit is gonna think you're askin' for it."
After bickering with him for a short while, the marksman brushed the nuisance of a man off and returned to his camper for some refuge. He really didn't like nosy parkers.
Which is precisely why Scout proceeded to pester and tease Sniper about his newfound discovery for a good while. Not only to the man himself, but any time the runner could weasel it into a conversation pertaining the topic or mercenary, he would. He thought it was hilarious.
Sniper, however, did not.
One evening, he and the Demoman had been idly drinking together when he was notified about Scout's affinity for sharing said information with the others.
"Aye, that reminds me," Tavish continued from before, chuckling to himself. "A little birdie's been flitting around an' sayin' ye run outta briefs or something."
Mick's eyes widened and his eyebrow quicked up, relatively thrown off by the topic switch.
"Ah, now, who's spreading that furphy?" he questioned, trying to seem unbothered.
"Scout, though ye prob'ly knew that already. Talk, talk, talk, that boy is..."
There was a moment of silence where Sniper was unsure if he had to answer for himself, but Demo piped up again after finishing his current beer.
"I dunnae care if ye do er not, just thought ye'd like to know so y' can sort it out."
The Aussie smiled to himself.
"Ah, thanks mate."
"'Course, laddy."
Though he may have seemed relatively calm then, he was grumbling and muttering to himself as he got to his camper van that night. As much as Sniper liked the guy, Scout could be a real pain in the ass.
He continued thinking about his coworker and all the annoying teasing he'd been put through lately. As much as he despised that Jeremy would blab all sorts of shit to the others, he didn't truly mind the teasing when it stayed between the two of them. Scout was definitely annoying at first- honestly still is -but due to many factors, Sniper eventually looked forward to their interactions together. They had a unique bond, whatever it was.
But he definitely had to talk to Scout about keeping his mouth shut about shit like that. Mangy thing, that boy was.
~-----~
A few weeks later, he'd woken up late for work due to the night before. He knew he should have just gone back to sleep after taking a leak instead of jerking off for hours like a sex-crazed teenager, but his body had other plans. He didn't jerk off that morning after waking up though; mainly because he was in a rush, but he also wasn't that horny either, so he figured it'd be fine. He stumbled out the door as he was pulling on his boots and headed over to the battlements.
He was the last one to load in, as expected that day. Heavy and Medic were talking with Engie, Spy was smoking alone in a corner, Demo and Solly were playing rock paper scissors for whatever reason, and Pyro and Scout were goofing off together. The pyromaniac jokingly shot their flamethrower at the batter, causing him to yelp and flail cartoonishly, which ultimately led to him spotting his friend.
"Hey, Snipes! C'mere, I gotchu a present!"
'Heh, drongo.'
Sniper walked over to him and they chatted for a bit, getting a few laughs in before the match. Eventually, the administrator's shrill voice came in through the intercom, signaling their lovely chat must come to an end.
"Oi, mate, what was that thing you said you had for me?" he asked, remembering what the other had said slightly earlier.
"Oh yeah! Miss P brought out a lotta cold water for us right before we got here 'n' I saved you one, here," the batter said, handing him the bottle of water. "I didn't know if you'd get out here before they got all warm or not, y'know?"
Sniper decided to forego mentioning that saving the bottle for him wouldn't make it warm up any less and took it with a soft smile on his face. Scout could be a bit slow sometimes, despite how physically fast he was. His mind was a few cents short of a dollar, you could say.
"Thanks mate, 'ppreciate it."
Their fingers brushed together. Sniper's stomach flopped.
Scout grinned, a look of genuine joy on his face. "Of course, man! Now, let's go kick some butt!"
The gates opened and Scout ran off somewhere, probably to find a good spot to kneecap BLU before they got to the first checkpoint.
The runner's smile and touch lingered in his mind as they headed off, leaving desire to brew in the bushman's gut.
~-----~
The first few hours were off to a good start. Sniper was racking up his usual kill count for that point in the day -- until he started messing up just a bit. It wasn't much, but it was enough to get him frustrated. He figured moving around a bit would help get him back in the groove, so he packed up and headed to a different nest.
Even then though, he still kept biffing his shots. After taking out his anger by throwing some jarates at a few unsuspecting BLUs, he stepped back and tried to analyze why he was fucking up so much. He went through his mental checklist and came to the conclusion...
...he was fucking horny again.
'That doc is a bloody wanker,' he mentally groaned.
The marksman grumbled a sigh as he tried to get back to work, but now that he knew he was horny, it was hard to stay focused. Seeing the subject plaguing his thoughts through his scope didn't help, either.
Scout just got done pummeling the enemy Spy and was taunting his corpse, saying something that was probably a corny comeback before tossing his bat in the air and catching it again- then was quickly sent through respawn by the damn enemy sniper.
Sniper chuckled softly and lowered his scope. "Scouts aren't there for bloody standing still, you dolt," he hummed, a fondness in his voice.
His mind wandered again to all sorts of different things he admired about Jeremy. The sweet smile he gave the gunman earlier with his dorky buck teeth, those light freckles that made him look covered in stars, his cute and thick ass, that confident and abrasive personality concealing his sensitive and vulnerable heart, it all drove Mick crazy and made him crave the other.
A beat passed.
'Fuck... am I really gonna have a bloody wank right now? I've got higher standards than this...'
He went through a mental dilemma of whether or not to jerk off; it would help him focus and get back on track with work, but then again, it would distract him from work and leave him and his team vulnerable, but he wasn't much help as of right then anyways...
...
Sniper set his rifle down against the wall, leaning against it himself as well. Unbuttoning and unzipping his dungarees, he shoved his hand in his pants and dragged his index finger from his hole to his tip, exhaling a breathy moan as he did. It felt so good to touch himself like this, especially in the heat of battle when he knew he shouldn't; he was already wet.
He let his mind wander again to Scout and what he wished the man would do to him. He began to jerk off as he imagined his coworker pinning him to the wall from behind, grabbing his hips tightly as the man slammed into him, that speed and stamina coming in handy in other ways. They'd be making a mix of moans and gasps while Scout'd press kisses onto the gunman's spine and mutter about how good being inside him felt.
"Crikey..." Sniper moaned lowly and rested his head against the wall. "Look what you're bloody doing to me..."
His thoughts switched to Scout on bottom -- inbetween his thighs, those soft and bratty lips curled around his dick, Sniper's hand in his friend's hair. Scout's nose would be buried in his bush as he steered the runner, moans spilling from their lips.
He started to feel that familiar feeling in his gut, but mixed with something else. He brushed it off though, as he was too focused on chasing the pleasure.
He grabbed the skin covering his dick and pulled it back and up, creating another layer of pleasure for a short bit. After readjusting his legs and widening his stance, he began tracing those erratic patterns he liked over his clit, drawing more stifled sounds from his lips.
Sniper imagined his coworker swirling their tongue over his head, then dipping it down to his cunt, only to bring it back up and continue swirling. He thought of those sweet, desperate eyes looking up at him.
"Jer, I'm so close..." He whimpered, biting his lip.
The feeling of Mick's teeth on his lip made him think of Scout's teeth again, those larger ones biting gently on his dick. He squeezed himself just right to emulate the feeling, and it sent a jolt through him that made his gut fill with even more pleasure, accompanied by a soft yelp.
Sniper's cunt had gotten very wet as he stroked himself, so he had plenty of lubrication to coat his fingers with slick and thrust his dick between them. The sensation of his now desperate speed, the tightness of his fingers, and his wetness combined with his fantasies and the current situation all drove him to his limit.
He slapped his free hand over his mouth as he teetered off the edge, his back arching off the wall. His orgasm was more intense than usual, the tight feeling in his gut snapping harder than he's felt in a while as he soiled his slacks with a broken, yet satisfied moan.
Sniper caught his breath for a minute, his mind clearing up after bit. When he began to come back to, he felt a cool breeze between his thighs, which confused him. He looked down and...
"...ah, shit."
'I squirted in my damn pants...?!' He was shocked.
And of course, he didn't have his cozy camper bag with him for a spare. Great. At least BLU had moved on to further checkpoints, which had left the resupplies in the area largely deserted.
He grumbled, "Guess this is what I bloody get for daring to have a wank..." as he wiped his hand on his pants and booked it out of his nest, trying his best to avoid any mercs -- either friend or foe.
Since part of his job was knowing which sections of each map had the most foot traffic, it was easy to avoid them in case there was a straggler or two.
'I just need to reach the nearest resupply so I can change my daks and be on my merry way with the rest of the blokes,' he plotted, slinking around the map. His heart was beating out of his chest as he made his way around, ears perking up at even the slightest sound.
As the bushman quickly approached a door with the familiar large red sign over it, he took a quick gander at his surroundings, making sure nobody followed him before he headed in swiftly.
Once out of sight, he took a light sigh of relief before heading to the wardrobe area where the mercs tended to keep their spare clothes. He pulled out the small case that kept his spares and set it on the nearby bench, ready to get out of those wretched, dirty pants.
The atmosphere was quiet and calm, the only sound being the hum of the air conditioner. Mick reveled in the peace for a moment, taking a deep breath and popping his back in comfort. After the intense and adrenaline-pumping masturbation session he just had, followed by his anxiety-riddling trek to resupply, the chill and stillness of the room was a much needed relief.
Sniper had just finished unzipping his slacks when his sanctuary was abruptly intruded, an exasperated Scout haphazardly barreling in while on low health.
He yelped at the intrusion, the sound forcing him to turn towards it. He had no idea how to hide the mess he'd made as the wetness was still very visible, so he froze with his hands up in surrender -- not unlike when his team would fail a mission and lose access to their arsenal of weapons.
"GAH!" he yelped, "Wh-What the bloody hell are you doing here?!"
Scout just stared at him- at his crotch -and was lost in his own world.
Sniper's fly was open and his shirt was riding up to showcase that perfect love trail, his pants were soaked from Scout-didn't-know-what, the man looked so flustered and vulnerable... it drove Scout crazy.
Sniper, on the other hand, was mortified, his cheeks flushed and tingling. He was still waiting for a response, too.
"Bloody say something or get out; just quit staring!"
Slowly, Scout began speaking, a light waver present throughout his voice. "Why, uh.... why're you all soaked 'n' stuff, Snipes? Didja' uh... mess up makin' a jarate or something..?"
The suggestion made his face turn hot red from embarrassment. "What- no? Bloody hell, Scout..."
His voice trailed off for a short while before he hid his face with his hat and continued, voice meeker than usual.
"I was, er, jerking off an' got a bit carried away... I'm just tryna change my daks an' get out of here before I'm missed on the battlefield..."
It was Scout's turn to become red, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. He didn't expect that response, no matter how much he was just checking out the marksman! He didn't expect his own response either, speaking without thinking like he usually did.
"I could uh... help you get off 'n' stuff if you wanted me to..."
Huh?
"...L-Like right now?" Sniper asked for clarification.
The runner was extremely excited inside at this possible opportunity, but wanted to seem cool and nonchalant in front of his crush.
"I mean yeah, sure, if ya want. I'm okay with it."
The air went still for a moment. Sniper instinctively wanted to accept, but he knew that he'd been occupied for long enough already. He needed to get back into the fray and do his job. He couldn't screw around with his coworker during battle. He shouldn't, at least.
The bushman took another look at the runner, taking in his visage. The man was dusted and decorated with dirt and blood, his eyes were full of excitement and desire no matter how nonchalant he tried to remain, and he was sporting a boner that was about half-hard. The sight made Sniper's stomach flutter again.
"Just... Just let me get outta these first, awright? And don't you dare say a word to the others."
Scout pumped his fist in the air in enthusiasm. "Alright!"
What a drongo.
Sniper sat down on the bench after shimmying out of his dungarees, the cold air of the resupply feeling more chilly than usual.
After Scout took off his headset and cadet cap, he got on his knees between Sniper's legs and took a moment to look the gunman over once more before kissing his way up the other's inner thighs. Sniper watched intently, the anticipation killing him.
Finally, Scout's breath brushed over his cunt and he jumped lightly, the feeling sending little jolts through him. It'd been a while since he'd been with anyone, so he was a little rusty.
Sniper began second guessing himself, wondering if this was a good idea. It was still the middle of battle and even though they were in a remote area, they could still be caught. It could cause a lot of trouble for everyone, not just them. He gripped the edge of the bench as his brain began to act up, anxiety spiking.
Scout could tell Sniper was getting in his own head and brought his hand to rest on the other's thigh, softly tracing circles into the skin. It helped relax those racing thoughts.
When Sniper was ready, Scout teased him again with his breath and gently kissed his tip, sending shocks through the Aussie's body. Then, he nuzzled his nose against Sniper's cunt and took in the mesmerizing scent, whimpering softly as he exhaled. Finally, the runner licked an agonizingly slow stripe from Mick's hole to his tip before he wrapped his lips around his dick and proceeded to suck him off.
"Mmh~ cheeky bugger," Sniper huffed out as his grip tightened on the edge of the bench, this time driven by pleasure.
Scout hummed a laugh as he continued, the vibrations only making it feel better. Not to mention the lovely look Jeremy was giving him; those sweet eyes were fixated on the bushman's face and upper body as he worked, filled to the brim with lust and desire. Sniper was blown away already and had to make sure he didn't fall off the edge too quickly.
The batter popped off of Sniper's dick for a moment, taking the opportunity to lap at his hole for a little. The feeling of something teasing the edge of penetration repetitively like that made Mick moan wantonly.
"Aah~! Blimey!"
The room was filled with wet sounds, needy groans, desperate whines, and heavy breathing. The marksman's head was woozy with pleasure, allowing him to let loose and make as much noise as he'd like. It was music to Jeremy's ears; it made him get so hard.
Scout went back up to the Aussie's cock and bobbed on it again, tightening his mouth around it as he sucked. This caused Sniper to take a handful of the other's hair, but he didn't yank him anywhere. He just tightly tangled it there to feel more connected to the other man. It sent a jolt through the runner that made his dick twitch and drove him to pleasure Sniper even more.
"Steady, steady..." Sniper muttered, mainly talking to himself.
Scout flicked his tongue over his partner's clit as he moaned and practically slobbered on it, drawing louder and more desperate mewls from Mick, as well as causing him to now take control of Scout's head. The batter was slightly shocked but gleefully let his mouth be used as needed, sluttily humming at the tugging.
Sniper ground into Scout's mouth, fucking it with total abandon. He was so close; he was going to cum on Jeremy's jaw and in his mouth. God, he wished he had a dick like the other guys and could cum down Scout's throat or over his face like they'd be able to.
Scout was still focusing on keeping an eye on Sniper's face and his reactions -- the mere idea that he'd been able to make the marksman feel as good as he had was bringing him closer to the edge without even needing to touch himself. He was also getting drunk off Sniper's scent. His pants were clearly tented now with a dark spot forming near the peak. The only thoughts going through Jeremy's head were about Mick and how sexy he was.
Mick noticed the effect he had on the other, and decided to have a bit of fun. He slowed down and ground into Scout's mouth deeply as he angled the runner's head so they both made eye contact, even through the lenses of his aviators. He punctuated his thrust with a low drawn out moan that echoed in Scout's ears.
"Mhh, I reckon you're gonna get real used to looking up at me~" Sniper purred, smirking before continuing with his previous pace.
That sentence made Scout's brain implode. Not only was that statement sexy on its own, but it was one of the quips the bushman typically used on those he was dominating. Scout's mind raced with all sorts of dirty thoughts as he allowed himself to be used by Sniper, bringing them both closer and closer to the edge.
The tugs on Scout's hair became more sloppy and less rhythmic, the moans in the room became more ragged and pleasured, and the two were becoming covered in sweat. Jeremy's tongue swirled in just the right way to knock Sniper off the edge, causing Mick to pull Scout's head in closer to his hole as he came and squirted all over the runner. He gasped and moaned quite loudly as he did, endorphins racing through him.
The combination of being tugged around, Mick's heavy scent, and the sensation of Sniper cumming and squirting in his mouth and on his chin made Scout hit the edge as well. He moaned greedily as he shamelessly came in his pants, arousal thick in his head. He felt he was in heaven.
Almost right after the runner finished cumming, the administrator's shrill voice boomed over Scout's intercom once more.
"You failed!"
The two just looked at each other for a moment before laughing about the timing. They wrapped up what they were doing, Sniper finally getting that clean pair of pants he needed. Scout got up and lightly brushed himself off, meekishly taking a look down at his ruined front.
Sniper chuckled softly, pointing out Scout's stained crotch. "Crikey mate, you bloody came just from that?" He was shocked but also very flattered.
"What can I say? I mean... I like you a lot, so it's just natural I guess," Scout admitted, looking away bashfully while he scratched his head a bit.
Sniper had a tender look in his eye, though his voice faltered for a moment. "I... I like you a lot too, mate." He'd never really been great at voicing those types of emotions.
The two got ready to head back out again, which definitely involved Scout getting changed as well. As they were ready to step out the door, Scout stopped them, something clearly on his mind.
"Can we uhh... can we meet up again tonight? You don't have to, but uh, it'd be nice 'nd all, y'know... I-It doesn't even have to be anythin' promiscuous! I just wanna... talk, 'n' stuff..."
Sniper smirked softly and shook his head in amusement. "Of course, you bugger," he cooed as he pulled the other in to kiss his cheek.
Scout becoming his boyfriend made all the hormonal stress Sniper dealt with during that time period totally worth it, despite how agonizing it was to go through at the time.
~----------~
Every short while, Sniper had a regular checkup with the Medic in regards to his hormone levels. He was surprised that the doctor even bothered running proper tests, to be honest. He tended to not like talking about topics pertaining his transition unless he had to, so he would prefer to wait for his appointments. Might not be the best for his health, but hey, when had he ever been that concerned about that anyways?
A week or so prior, Medic took some blood from Sniper to do bloodwork, and finally had some results. The doctor had just gone on a long spiel consisting of medical jargon and doctor talk, and was now concluding his findings.
"Jawol, something is certainly off," he muttered, staring at his patient's chart. "Essentially, your levels are substantially higher than they should be at this point in your transition."
"Oi, I could've answered that myself instead of waiting around for some bloody test results, let alone a nut to tell it all to me in a language I don't understand."
Medic snickered and smiled, pushing his glasses up his nose as he did. "Ja, sorry about that! I suppose the testosterone of a great ape is a little intense, hm?"
The doctor held that same wicked grin while he idly rummaged around his space, as if this was all just some form of cruel entertainment for him.
"Wait... a WHAT?!?"